The life of a nomad I've lived for so long,
Whenever I'd feel like I didn't belong.
I'd pack up and leave in the blink of an eye,
If someone would hurt me and make me cry.
I'd have no intention of quitting a job,
But you'd better look out if I started to sob.
I was a magnet for problems, it seemed,
So I'd pack my belongings and I'd leave!
I'd be waiting tables in a restraunt one day,
And down the road in a little cafe,
People would ask me, "Do you have a twin?"
"I just saw you there, now you're back again!"
It never took long to get back on my feet,
Things would be good then a man I would meet,
I never could leave all my troubles behind,
They'd always catch up and double I'd find!
If I had trusted God to show me the way,
I wouldn't have constantly been running away.
So now I accept what God has to give,
For the life of a nomad is no way to live!
Written by: Thelma Shutters
